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Simon knew Johnny loved football, man used to be a goalie, a really good one by how Johnny’s stories went, it was something he always brought up whenever the moment arises.
And because he loved football, and Simon, while still unbeknownst to Johnny, loved him, he ended up agreeing immediately after Johnny asked him to come with him, showing off the ticket codes on his phone.
It was bloody cold when they got to the stadium, Simon cursed himself out under his breath for forgetting that extra thermal.
A saint as ever Johnny had brought with them a thick blanket. Ghost rolled his eyes at the familiar MacTavish Tartan pattern that decorated it.
When they took their seats Ghost was really looking forward to getting to share that blanket with Soap, stave off the chill and get to have a moment that the mere idea of made his stomach rush with butterflies.
It would have been perfect.
But unfortunately for Simon’s plans? Fantasy? That moment he wanted to have was whisked away as sat next to them was a woman about Johnny’s age, who clearly wasn’t dressed for their weather.
It took a couple of minutes of the woman shivering and complaining to her friends about the cold to be royally pissed off.
And then a couple moments more before he was watching Johnny, a saint as ever, offer that blanket to the woman.
She thanked him, and Simon thought that would be it.
Throughout the entire first half of the game she of course stroke up conversation with Johnny, curse him for being so easy to talk to. Simon’s blood boiled and his face got redder by the second, he’d blame it on the cold.
Eventually Simon stood up. Straight out of his seat, announcing “I’m gonna get a drink” all too abruptly and loudly, he worried the entire stadium could here him.
Johnny all but smiled up at Simon, “Get me an Irn Bru would you Si?” He asked him, in which Ghost gave a curt nod.
Ghost left without another breath and immediately rushed into the bathroom, just stared at himself for a moment in that mirror.
Insecure and Jealous were never words he wanted to describe himself as but he felt so nervous.
He took his balaclava off and splashed his face with water to calm himself before slipping it back on.
It didn’t take long for him to return to his seat after that. Johnny’s hand placed in his spot, saving it for him.
Simon handed him the orangey drink before he sat down. The smile Johnny flashed at him, the way his lips moved when he said “thank you” made his head dizzy.
He sat down and popped the tab on his monster he grabbed, and slid his balaclava up to drink it.
He hoped Johnny wouldn’t see how red his face was under the mask.
In between the first half of the game, and the second, there was an intermission where the stadium filled with noise and music.
Simon couldn’t help but feel his anxiety eat away at him. He tried to block it out by talking with Johnny, getting lost in his words, watching the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at him.
And then dread.
There was a generic love song playing over the loud speakers, and then projected on the stadium screen was a transitional screen that said “Kiss Cam”
People laughed and smiled as people all around the stadium were broadcasted, old couples, new couples, sharing sweet moments.
Simon looked to Johnny, brown eyes blown wide as blood rushed in his ears, his mind screaming and praying at the same time “Don’t land on us” and “PLEASE land on us”
That would be perfect wouldn’t it.
Instead he watched as the screen turned over to Johnny.. and the woman he sat next to.
They smiled and laughed for a moment, before signaling to the camera they were not interested in kissing each other.
Simon felt like his head or his heart was going to burst as he set the can of monster by his feet, and gripped the seat he was in.
“Maybe we should just have a quick peck and then it’ll make em go away” The woman said.
No.
Not on Simon’s watch.
Their world watched as Johnny was pulled out of frame of the camera, only to pan over and see Simon kissing Johnny.
There was surprise from the other Man’s end.
It was less than a beat but Simon thought he just ruined everything.
And then Johnny leaned into it.
He kissed him back, it was only for a moment or two, interrupted by the flash of sudden slurries of rainbows on the stadium screen.
But he didn’t care, because the way Johnny looked at him meant everything to him.
Thankfully the camera panned away, awarding them the ‘kings of the kiss cam’ or some tacky shit.
They took quick breaths as they look at one another for a moment.
And then Johnny dragged Simon back over for another kiss, longer, sweeter, softer.
It meant the world to them both. And who fucking cared if the world saw that.
The butterflies in Simon’s stomach never left, not when he couldn’t stop staring at Johnny.
In the end they stayed nice and toasty, cuddled up in those stadiums seats, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
“Didn’t know you were a man for the theatrics”
“I wear a bloody skull mask, what did you expect?”
Johnny kissed him again after that, and each time they kissed after that felt like such a weight had been lifted away, Simon could finally cherish the love he had for Johnny, and Johnny could finally tease him about getting off his ass and finally kissing him.